SOFIA’S POV**

Three weeks had passed since that night on the chapel altar.

Matteo had left for “business” the next morning, but he made sure I felt his absence in the most torturous way possible. Every single day he sent instructions — sometimes a short text telling me exactly how to touch myself, sometimes a package with new toys I was ordered to use while video-calling him. My body had become his favorite plaything, even from hundreds of miles away.

Tonight he finally returned.

The moment the bedroom door opened, I was on my knees in the center of the room, completely naked except for the black silk blood-vow ribbon...